Chapter 68

The knock on Arrick’s old bedroom door is too soft to be him. Besides, he would walk in, and as it slides open, Emma steps in with a faint smile. She looks pretty in a long floral dress that hugs her curves before flaring out around her legs elegantly. It’s strappy, and she has a good tan for the colder months. Evidence of the family holiday Jake took them on a few weeks back. Her short wavy hair has blonder highlights and looks glowy and ethereal, like always. Emma and Jake are the perfect examples of a couple who have their shit together in all ways, and I cannot help my envy in how happy they always seem to be together.

I miss feeling that way with Arrick.

I’m lying on the bed staring into space, still in my dress, drained, as she walks in and sits beside me. I’ve only been up here around twenty minutes and expected Arry to come following me before now. I guess he is giving me space and is as tired of how strained being in the same room has become.

“No entourage